Tortetart has spent most of the last few days chronicling the adventures of the others in the caravan, mostly the mercenaries, but a few of the merchants have been willing to talk. Outside of that, he has been healing minor wounds, and rashes obtained by persons who don’t head warnings well. For now he is speaking with Ankre(?), a friendly face he hasn’t seen in years, just catching up on his adventures since his fateful meeting with the gods.